Thrift Store: Poor Mickey

I appreciate the sentiment Mickey, but how do you expect anyone to love you when you're this broke?

Thrift Store: I See London, I See France

Lumiere seems genuinely flustered by whatever Cogsworth is doing. I don't want to insinuate anything, but Cogsworth may have exposed his pendulum.

Thrift Store: Look Ma, No Hands

 

Another thrift store treasure unearthed after tens of years. Some readers may not be old enough to remember a time before iPods, but for us children of the 80's, CD players were the ultimate in cool. The only thing that could make a portable CD player better was if you could carry it around in a fanny pack.

Enter the Tune Belt. No, I'm sorry, "The Original Tune Belt". It's comfortable. It's secure. It's hands-free! It probably caused your CD to skip, making it impossible to get through an entire song. But whatever. It was all about presentation in the 80's. Half the people who bought these probably never even owned a portable CD player.

The Tune Belt doesn't serve much of a purpose in today's digital age, but just like all of the misfit toys who wind up at the thrift store, it can take solace in knowing that at some point, someone, somewhere paid actual money for it.

Thrift Store: Baby, Can You Lend a Hand?

 

The original idea for this blog was to feature thrift store finds exclusively. Ultimately I decided to expand that concept to include all stores, but I think the thrift store posts will always be my favorite.

This is a porcelain statue of hand holding a tiny baby. Saying anything more could only detract from the grandeur of it.